Disclaimer: Yes, I own the plot, yes I know Portman is kinda OOC but you know what? It's my story so I can make him as much out of character as I want to!! lol I do own Althea, and I wish I owned Aaron Christopher Lohr Jr., but alas, I do not. (Maybe some day...) Please enjoy the story. Reviewers get Ducks players dipped in chocolate sauce with marshmallows :)
Smile,
~Sprite~
Skating Lessons
*The skating rink's hardly crowded at all.* Dean Portman thought as he tied the laces on his ice skates. Portman, as he was most often called, loved ice skating but even more than that, the muscular youth loved to play ice hockey. Hockey was his gift, most declared. It was true that Portman was on the team the Mighty Ducks, known throughout the country for their amazing hockey skills. Even so, Portman liked to think he had talent exceeding his size and ability to check players as well as hitting a small black hockey puck down the rink.
Before he knew it, Portman was skating around the rink with such fluidity he seemed as if he had been born on the ice. As he came around for his third lap on the ice, Portman noticed a girl holding onto the wall like it was a lifeline. She was obviously inexperienced, but it made the curly haired boy smile to watch her attempting to skate.
"Just keep trying Thea. See, like this, one foot then the other. Pretty soon you're away from the wall and skating in circles and figure eights." Aaron told his sister. Althea looked up at her brother like he was crazy. She enjoyed watching the ice skaters, but when she stepped on the ice she lost all her equilibrium and looked like a fish out of water. It was really quite embarrassing when she thought about it, so she tried not to.
"Aaron! Aaron, come back here. Don't leave me." The brown haired youth started skating away from Althea and she called out to him, "Aaron Christopher Lohr Jr., I swear to God if you don't come back here," she left the threat hanging in the air when she heard Aaron's voice yell back to her,
"You'll what, you can't even skate over to me Thea. I don't think there's much you can do from over there." Aaron grinned wickedly at his poor sister who stumbled slowly along the wall.
Portman watched the display with an amused interest. He actually felt sorry for the pitiful girl gripping the wall. Portman skated around the rink a few more times forwards and backwards, adding in a few single axles and figure eights for good measure before he felt some one's eyes on him. Portman slowed his skating and tried to figure out who was watching him. He finally realized it was the girl from the wall, Fia he thought he had heard the boy calling her.
"I wish I could skate like him," Althea mumbled to herself as she watched the handsome young man skate around the rink as if he owned it. He was so graceful and poised and yet still managed to look strong and masculine. His large build and black leather jacket might have helped the latter two qualities he possessed. No doubt he was very muscular and powerful.
Portman finally decided to help the poor brunette out and skated over to the wall she was clutching. Althea was so busy watching the ice underneath her that she didnÕt notice Portman standing next to her on the wall. She reached out to grab the next part of the wall when her hand came in contact with not glass and metal, but soft worn leather and thick muscle. The tall brunette looked up quickly and was so surprised with what she saw that she promptly lost her balance and tumbled ungracefully down onto the ice. Althea closed her eyes and prayed that the earth would swallow her whole but it was useless. Instead, she opened her eyes to see an arm extended to help her up. Althea grabbed the arm and was pulled up quite easily.
TBC if reviewers want me to.
~Sprite~
Smile,
~Sprite~
Skating Lessons
*The skating rink's hardly crowded at all.* Dean Portman thought as he tied the laces on his ice skates. Portman, as he was most often called, loved ice skating but even more than that, the muscular youth loved to play ice hockey. Hockey was his gift, most declared. It was true that Portman was on the team the Mighty Ducks, known throughout the country for their amazing hockey skills. Even so, Portman liked to think he had talent exceeding his size and ability to check players as well as hitting a small black hockey puck down the rink.
Before he knew it, Portman was skating around the rink with such fluidity he seemed as if he had been born on the ice. As he came around for his third lap on the ice, Portman noticed a girl holding onto the wall like it was a lifeline. She was obviously inexperienced, but it made the curly haired boy smile to watch her attempting to skate.
"Just keep trying Thea. See, like this, one foot then the other. Pretty soon you're away from the wall and skating in circles and figure eights." Aaron told his sister. Althea looked up at her brother like he was crazy. She enjoyed watching the ice skaters, but when she stepped on the ice she lost all her equilibrium and looked like a fish out of water. It was really quite embarrassing when she thought about it, so she tried not to.
"Aaron! Aaron, come back here. Don't leave me." The brown haired youth started skating away from Althea and she called out to him, "Aaron Christopher Lohr Jr., I swear to God if you don't come back here," she left the threat hanging in the air when she heard Aaron's voice yell back to her,
"You'll what, you can't even skate over to me Thea. I don't think there's much you can do from over there." Aaron grinned wickedly at his poor sister who stumbled slowly along the wall.
Portman watched the display with an amused interest. He actually felt sorry for the pitiful girl gripping the wall. Portman skated around the rink a few more times forwards and backwards, adding in a few single axles and figure eights for good measure before he felt some one's eyes on him. Portman slowed his skating and tried to figure out who was watching him. He finally realized it was the girl from the wall, Fia he thought he had heard the boy calling her.
"I wish I could skate like him," Althea mumbled to herself as she watched the handsome young man skate around the rink as if he owned it. He was so graceful and poised and yet still managed to look strong and masculine. His large build and black leather jacket might have helped the latter two qualities he possessed. No doubt he was very muscular and powerful.
Portman finally decided to help the poor brunette out and skated over to the wall she was clutching. Althea was so busy watching the ice underneath her that she didnÕt notice Portman standing next to her on the wall. She reached out to grab the next part of the wall when her hand came in contact with not glass and metal, but soft worn leather and thick muscle. The tall brunette looked up quickly and was so surprised with what she saw that she promptly lost her balance and tumbled ungracefully down onto the ice. Althea closed her eyes and prayed that the earth would swallow her whole but it was useless. Instead, she opened her eyes to see an arm extended to help her up. Althea grabbed the arm and was pulled up quite easily.
TBC if reviewers want me to.
~Sprite~